Yiren felt extrely annoyed, realizing that Hua Lunxi and his group were guarding against her.
Ivanov’s expression turned cold, "There’s no ti left, if the overt approach doesn’t work, we’ll resort to covert asures."
Gu Yan had escorted Su Feiman to his ancestral ho, reportedly the dwelling place of decades past.
As Gu Yan was preparing to leave, Su Feiman said to him, "I t Ling Yan in your country, hm, quite a remarkable young man. He was cleverly extracting information from without showing his hand, very smart and perceptive."
Gu Yan’s heart skipped a beat, his breath hitching—what did he an by that?
"Ha... don’t worry, I have no plans to expose you. I just wanted to relay so news," Su Feiman’s expression was a mix of bizarre and tempting malice, "Ling Yan is coming to this country to assist the allied forces in annihilating the major drug lord, Sudian."
Although the military force primarily involved in this operation hailed from neighboring countries, the poison produced by Sudian had spread far and wide, reaching Asia, Europe, and Arica, especially harming the developed nations which were particularly wary of this source of drugs.
Thus, several major countries also sent representatives to assist in the operation.
Gu Yan was shocked by this news. He stared steadily at Su Feiman, his emotions tumultuous—he could guess the purpose behind Su Feiman sharing this news: he wanted to use Gu Yan against Third Young Master Jun.
He could incite Ling Yan’s hatred for Old Ling’s death to provoke Ling Yan to confront Third Young Master Jun.
In such chaotic warzones, it was the ideal place for subterfuge. Third Young Master Jun’s mission was covert, with few accompanying him from the holand—if he were to perish accidentally at the hands of the "chaotic army," it would indeed be untraceable.
His heart suddenly began pounding rapidly, his hands clenched tightly.
Watching Gu Yan’s hesitant yet faintly manic expression as he departed, Su Feiman revealed a mocking look.
At this point, almost everything was under his control. The only variable was the one he’d never fully seen through—his adopted son, Jun Huang.
Yiren said he couldn’t control Jun Huang, and at least that statent held no error; he appeared compliant, but never truly was or bowed to his godfather.
"Jun Huang, just like your na, so proud, never willing to bow. For ’emperor’ never bows! But can you truly beco a king? With so many rushing for your life, I do want to see, surrounded by internal strife and external threats, in a dire situation, if you can still find salvation."
Su Feiman leaned back into the bamboo rocking chair, closing his eyes.
Ah, right, there’s another complication, another person he couldn’t control—who, though dead, still firmly gripped his vulnerable lifeline, capable of ending him with a single strike.
Hua Linqi.
He had repeatedly sent people to assassinate Hua Linqi, attempting to retrieve that secret docunt, but, knowing Hua Linqi was dead, he still hadn’t succeeded.
Although the Hua family seed to have no intention of disclosing anything, having one’s weakness in another’s control was always a significant concern.
So when Yiren, the daughter of the Hua family, appeared, he set his sights on her.
But Yiren seed peculiar. No matter what she and Ivanov were up to, he only needed the docunts, otherwise, he would not rest.
Su Feiman covered his abdon, exhaling deeply.
Sunlight filtered through the tree leaves in the courtyard, falling upon him.
Everything started here, so let everything end here.
Despite the attack, Third Young Master Jun’s plans remained unchanged, and the ti of departure finally arrived.
Yet after today’s gunfire, Ye Lu felt a profound unease deep within.
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